Where Miss Snark vented her wrath on the hapless world of writers and crushed them to sand beneath her T.Rexual heels of stiletto snark. The blog is dark--no further updates after 5/20/2007.

10.31.2006

Red Letter Writing Contest #8

Sang to the tune of the theme song from Fresh Prince of Bell Aire...Will Smith

Now this is a story all about howThe identity of Miss Snark was almost foundI climbed out from the rubble of my houseClad in red sneakers and my Levi StraussWhen a cabal of Munchkins pointed me down a pathAnd for a small retainer they lent me Killer Yapp

I followed the yellow bricks; I would get there soonBut then a wicked witch came with an army of dragoonsShe said her name was Babs, and when I came nearShe tried to charge a fee and I shuddered with fear

A crisp wind blew; it came in from the WestA good witch named Kristin, one of the bestShe took email queries with a smile on her faceThen she threatened Babs with a can of mace

Kristin gave advice, she was very wiseShe warned I was on a losing enterpriseThanking her kindly, I was on my wayOff to find the Wizard, come what may

And when I found the castle I just stepped inside“Don’t be a nitwit” a booming voice criedAnd off in the corner, beneath a curtain I could seeWas that a pair of red stilettos? It couldn’t be.

“Pay no attention to the woman behind the curtain”It was the Wizard of Snark, I was almost certain.Killer Yap bit my leg…he wouldn’t let goPulled myself free, I just had to know.

Who was this Wizard of Snark you may ask.When I pulled back the curtain all I found was a flask!